I start, we'll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not been touched, and I determine for the thousandth time that I WILL follow that pointless pattern to some sort
of a conclusion.
I don't mean one of those two-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-corner diaries, but a sort
of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined.
In the case of that sort
of motion which yet remains, of those that have been enumerated, it is not easy to state what is its contrary.
He didn't like his treasures to be touched unless he actually put some unique object into your hands with a sort
of triumphant murmur, 'Look close at that.
The elders did their best, but Uncle Mac was a busy man, Aunt Jane's reading was of a funereal sort
, impossible to listen to long, and the other aunties were all absorbed in their own cares, though they supplied the boy with every delicacy they could invent.
Whereas the other requires all sorts
of harmonies and all sorts
of rhythms, if the music and the style are to correspond, because the style has all sorts
No word has come from him of any sort
since he left St.
We may say, then, that images are regarded by us as more or less accurate copies of past occurrences because they come to us with two sorts
of feelings: (1) Those that may be called feelings of familiarity; (2) those that may be collected together as feelings giving a sense of pastness.
It came into my head, as disconnected ideas will come at all sorts
of times into one's head, that this, most likely, was the very room where, if the tale were true, Falk had been lectured by Mr.
Afterwards it used to turn up in all sorts
of places--at the bottom of small drawers, among my studs in cardboard boxes--till at last it found permanent rest in a large wooden bowl containing some loose keys, bits of sealing wax, bits of string, small broken chains, a few buttons, and similar minute wreckage that washes out of a man's life into such receptacles.
Her influence upon his wife, a woman devoured by all sorts
of small selfishnesses, small envies, small jealousies, was excellent.
As the stranger entered the little shop, where the projection of the second story and the thick foliage of the elm-tree, as well as the commodities at the window, created a sort
of gray medium, his smile grew as intense as if he had set his heart on counteracting the whole gloom of the atmosphere (besides any moral gloom pertaining to Hepzibah and her inmates) by the unassisted light of his countenance.